Seth awoke slowly, the night thick around him and something hot and shimmery in his mind. It was a scent—An irresistible scent that had his dick pulsing with need. Breathing deep, he groaned and licked around his lips. It was all over his face. He had tried to ingrain Alexa into his flesh but it hadn’t been enough. He needed more.

Seth sat up slowly on the couch, swinging his legs over the side and standing. The air was shimmering—with heat or scent, he wasn’t sure. It was stifling, his clothes feeling constrictive on his flushed and swollen flesh. He found his shirt drenched in sweat and he quickly peeled it off, one of the sleeves tearing over his bicep. His muscles were larger than he remembered, his torn jeans clutching to his thighs uncomfortably as he pulled the damp material from them. Looking down, he found his leg intact, no wound left to show he’d been attacked earlier.

His body was hard and dripping in sweat, his dick achingly stiff as he pulled his underwear off. The air was still too hot like he had woken up in a jungle instead of the hotel’s climate controlled room. He wrapped his palm around his flushed cock, groaning lowly as he stroked it from base to tip a few times, some of the intense pressure relieving. He couldn’t give the pleasurable sensation his entire focus, the scent rising in the air drawing him to the other side of the room where the only bed was.

It was Alexa, the beautiful girl wrapped in a thin sheet in the middle of the circular bed. She was curled on her side in panties still wet with his saliva and her nectar, her long legs bent and face tilted back. Her shirt was riding up, exposing the bottom of her pale breasts to his sight. Seth couldn’t help but pull the sheet down her sleeping form, studying her from head to toe. Her scent called to him, drawing him closer until his face was pressed to the top of her underwear.

She was so lovely. His beautiful Lexa. Always there for him, saving his ass and kicking it depending on what he needed at the time. God, he loved her. Could never love anyone the way he loved her. He had tried to fight it, had told himself for the longest time that she would never want him back. But this scent… this bewitching scent that had his blood thrumming through his veins. He breathed deep, fighting back a groan as he felt her heat pulse, calling to him, pleading for him to act. She smelled like his. His girl. His mate.

He could smell it so clearly; Lexa belonged to him.

He let his hand slide ever so softly down her hip, moving to her ass and teasing his fingertips around to trace the seam of her inner thigh. Her flesh was like an enchantress’s allure, demanding he touch and taste her. He kissed down the swell of her ass, groaning, scraping his teeth over the firm flesh. He needed to claim her—God, he needed to fuck her. Breed her. Show her that she belonged to him and only him. But Lexa was strong willed and knew more magic than most. He couldn’t trust her to behave, to submit to him like she was supposed to. He had picked a powerful mate, a very stubborn one at that.

Tearing himself away from Alexa’s divine scent, he looked around the room silently, his eyes falling on his backpack. He moved through the dimly lit room, the small bulbs illuminating the light switches the only glow in the room. He could see fine, though, a curiosity Seth dismissed for the contents of his bag, sifting through until he found what he was looking for. It was the rope he had brought just in case they decided to do some climbing. Finding the end, he began to unwrap the smooth coil, his eyes again falling to Alexa on the bed.

She was going to be pissed. He grinned at the thought, standing over her, more precum dripping from him from just looking at her sleeping form. Lexa was so hot when she was yelling at him.

Carefully bending over the girl’s motionless form, he wrapped the center of the rope around one of her delicate wrists, tying it tightly before threading the rope through the headboard and pulling it back down so he could secure it to her remaining wrist. It pulled her arms above her head, her shirt riding up even higher. He pushed the soft material up, taking in the sight of her full breasts, her tiny waist and the swell of her hips and ass. So sexy. Fuck, he wanted to be inside her. Fill her with so much of his cum so that if anyone scented her, they’d know she belonged to him and only him.

Breathing out unsteadily, Seth cupped her breast, feeling the weight of her flesh as he leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth. The bud slowly hardened under his tongue, Alexa sighing softly in her sleep. He sucked the pink nub, circling his tongue around it, unable to fight a low moan. She tasted so good, was so firm and soft. So fucking hot. He licked up her breast, pinching her other nipple while nipping at the slick bud.

“Lexa,” he called softly, kissing the tip of her nipple and moving up the swell of flesh with his lips. He ran his tongue up, coating her soft flesh, feeling it yield beneath his touch. “Come on, Lexa, wake up. I need you to be awake for this.” He leaned up, nipping her shoulder, groaning from the tang of blood as his too sharp fangs broke her delicate skin. “Come on, baby. Wake up so I can fuck you.”

My plan is to have this out on Amazon this Saturday–And I usually stick to my plans. ^^ Cute 20,000+ word paranormal erotica where Alexa’s best friend of forever gets bitten and goes lust crazy. Dubcon/noncon ensues.

Laci slowed her angry walk, letting the flashlight skim the path ahead of her. The moon was full and just cresting over the trees, illuminating the night in a glow of silver. She was just going to have to start doing stuff on her own. Fun stuff—Stuff she actually wanted to do. The next time she heard about a camping trip, she’d just have to try going alone and see if it would be more fun. Sure, it would be nice to share the experience with someone, but for the entire day she hadn’t even been doing that. She’d been trying to avoid having to talk to the other girls instead.

Stopping short, Laci looked up as a strange, haunting note rose up in the distance. It sounded like a wolf’s howl. Not some idiot guys pretending to be howling. No, a real wolf howl. Shivering, she took in her surroundings as she was abruptly reminded she was traipsing in a forest where wild animals lived and hunted. The absolute brightness of the full moon cast impenetrable shadows around her and she could hear the lake on the other side of the wall of trees lapping at the shore. As she silently marveled at the way the mist seemed to glow with a soft blue tinge, another wolf answered the first, this one so close that Laci gasped and whirled.

She peered into the absolute darkness of a clump of brush surrounded by silvery light. The flashlight she had been clutching in her hand when she had stomped off she now waved, catching and stopping on something that glittered in the shadows. She could just make out the shape of something furry and tail shaped, and with wide eyes, Laci took a step back. “Holy fuck,” she whispered when the creature moved and took a silent step forward to reveal itself.

It was the wolf—Possibly the same one from before because it had burning amber eyes. It looked even larger in the dark, the moonlight absorbed into its black, charcoal coat until it looked more a spirit than a beast. Laci took another step back, flinching when a twig snapped beneath her sandal. Her entire body was tense with fear, the muscles of her ass and core clenching in a way she couldn’t help but notice even as she struggled to think.

What the fuck did you do against wolves? She had a fucking list of do’s and don’ts when it came to bears, and an even shorter but effective list for mountain lions. What the fuck did you do when it came to wolves? The creatures had enough stamina to run down a deer, exhausting their prey until it finally collapsed and the wolves feasted… Climb? Should she climb a fucking tree?

It was beautiful, possibly the most beautiful animal she had ever seen. Standing tall, it nearly came up to her breast, its fur sleek and glowing blue when it stepped in the moonlight. It hadn’t growled or done much of anything besides stare at her. Still, Laci couldn’t trust it. There was a wildness to it. An intelligent, primal glint to its eyes that warned her to run, and hide, and never let its huge fangs near her bare legs and arms.

Glancing over her shoulder, she tried to discern the path to the lake by moonlight alone. There was another howl in the distance and the wolf behind her suddenly joined in, Laci jumping and stumbling back from the sound.

Oh god, it was calling its friends. The fucking thing was calling its pack to come see the stupid chick that had thought to take a walk in the dark in the middle of the damn forest.

Her heart slamming in her chest, Laci turned her body sideways, trying to make herself into as small a target as possible. It still made her feel exposed and vulnerable, knowing her speed was reduced and reflexes slowed by the angle. She’d swim. She’d swim to the pier in the middle of the lake and wait for morning and the guys and their boat. She took small, swift steps down to the sloping trail, her head swiveling from the path ahead to the wolf behind where her flashlight was still aimed. The creature followed her leisurely; like they were just on a walk to the lake and the damn thing wasn’t hunting her down.

Laci’s plan was stopped dead when she stumbled onto the brightly lit, moon soaked beach. Four mountain sized wolves were waiting for her, standing in a group. Before them was Laci’s metaphorical deer bleeding out on the muddy shore. Gasping for air, she froze and held herself completely still. Maybe they’d be too full to eat her too? Oh god, maybe by stepping into their dinner, she had just added herself to the fucking menu! Fuck. Fuck, how the hell had this happened? What was a fucking pack of wolves doing less than a mile from her campsite?

Staring with growing terror at the pack of huge monster sized wolves, Laci abruptly realized she had forgotten about the wolf in the woods that had herded her there. She spun around, her flashlight shaking in her hands as she pointed it in the last direction she had seen the creature. Only to gasp, her heart lodging somewhere in her throat as she dropped the instrument and it clattered to the ground, the light sputtering out.

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